Stick to the basics with an edge

I hate shopping. Clothes shopping. I’ve been living in sweats and jeans the last five years, shopping hasn’t been a high priority. Writing does not require Couture, PJs are just fine and acceptable. Authors apparently require a bit more expansive wardrobe. Being invited to the Landmark Gala during Syracuse Fashion Week 2015 as a guest author of “The Vast Landscape” deserves some glam effort. So I went shopping and came back with nada, the perks

To bleed ink from her heart.

For those of you that don’t know me and most don’t, I led a privileged life for many, many years. Traveled to exotic locales on somebody else’s dime lived in Paris, Milan, London, Barcelona, Madrid, Cape Town, Miami, Hollywood, NYC… I was a fashion model who earned a living from her looks. The bizarre, crazy existence was the difficult lifestyle to explain. It was a job with bonanza benefits. I never took

Indigo Blue – Jacqueline Cioffa

Indigo Blue – Jacqueline Cioffa THE VAST LANDSCAPE is not a paper book it’s her sacred, dirty little secret, twisted truths, and sweet, silent, young girl, hope-filled, pajama party whisper. The pretty, stubborn, fire red know-it-all, chaotic, poignant, gut-wrenching mess. 50,000 rambling words, the love letter to  her beautiful, chaotic, messy, best-self. A birth, a rebirth, and relentless, acid reflux regurgitating and redemptive truth. The restorative, calm sea breeze breath, choppy, stormy inhale, and liberating, tsunami exhale

I am not hate.

I have to remind myself to walk away from the hate multiple times a day when frustration gets too heavy, life bears down too hard. Living is torture even when one is ridiculously happy. Living consumed by hate, the ugliest impossibility. The sun is a billion years dead and gone, yet she shines so warm and glorious. I’m going to bask in the light of the sun. I bought three gemstone rings

County Cork Kildare

My grandfather came to this country when he was twelve years old from County Cork, Kildare in Ireland with five brothers and two sisters in tow. He was twelve years old. Despite an eighth grade education he found a trade, worked hard, prospered and made a whole life for himself. He married a strong, loyal, capable German girl, a baker’s daughter with five sisters and two brothers from solid stock. They’d have three sons and their

On the Walk

Last night ‘on the walk’ Lupe and I saw a shadow in the midnight black, bone-chilling distance. An elderly man lying helpless in the snow, black cold, car door wide open, -7 degrees below. He lives two doors down, a neighbor and I don’t know him at all. I tried to lift him with my will, powerless to pull him up by myself. I stayed close,  reassuring him he’d be alright. My mind spinning,

Seashore Dwellings and Frayed Twine

We are all like it or not, intertwined. The way the stories breeze through my mind, much like the people I have loved and let go. As I watch helpless, I cringe at the chaos that surrounds. These are dangerous times we live in. To love, dream, practice uncomfortable kindness. To choose hope. I leave this place with tales spun from grass and held together by frayed twine. Living is scary. Not

Carmine Street, NY '96

“Harrison’s experience of her new milieu is full of sensory observation. An early chapter refers to the city in tantalizing terms: New York tasted better than chocolate, was wilder than anything Harrison had imagined, and smelled like opportunity. The streets vibrated under her boots.” -Carrie Chantler The Vast Landscape “All great change is preceded by chaos.” -Deepak Chopra